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Albany Civic Center
Albany, Georgia
Saturday 8th February 2003
Attendance: 25,335
Stanyer: Hello everyone and welcome to the PWF's 50th production of Saturday Night Havoc!!!!
Poppa: It's been a long time in coming, but better late than never!!
Stanyer: I won't waste any more time, as PWF Owner, Michael Pellington is standing in the ring, ready to speak.
The PWF Owner is waiting by the edge of the ring, he receives a nod from Stanyer and then he walks to the centre of the ring.
Pellington: "Welcome one and all to what is a very special night for everyone involved with the PWF. It's not often a federation manages to reach it's fiftieth show, let alone 50 of it's main weekly show. It's a tremendous achievement. We thought and thought and thought about putting a special one off show, just for tonight. Or perhaps to hold a separate show, to celebrate this achievement. And then we thought, why not do what we always do? What we have done for the previous 49 shows. And what we will continue to do so for the forseeable future, and that is to turn out yet another quality PWF Show. After all, that's what we did to get this far, why stop because we've made it? I say, see you at 100."
Rousing applause from the crowd.
Pellington: "Now some of you might have noticed the signs outside of the building promised a special announcement tonight. And you will not be disappointed, because tonight I will indeed make a special announcement. Two in fact, both of them concerning "The End of the World" PPV."
Loud cheers from the crowd.
Pellington: "The first announcement isn't quite so much of a secret as I'd have liked, as one of the columnists on our website somehow got hold of the info, we haven't quite worked out how yet, but we will. Anyway, my first announcement doesn't just concern The End of the World PPV, but the entire month preceeding it. It's been over a year now since we last went north of the border, and I know this will probably disappoint many of you here tonight, but a part of a month long tour of Canada, this years End of the World PPV will be held in the Skydome, in Toronto, Canada."
Understandably, not quite as loud as a reception as before, as the American fans would have preferred to see the PWF's biggest PPV held in the USA.
Pellington: "I'm sure many of our Canadian fans, and many of our Canadian wrestlers will be looking forward to this years End of the World PPV like never before. However, I have only made one announcement. I promised two, and you'll get two. The Second announcement concerns The End of the World Main Event itself. There has been a lot of confusion as to what that match will actually be. It's meant to be the winner of the Rumble against the PWF World Heavyweight Champion. However, the Roster Split took place, and now we have two titles, on a pretty much equal level, or equal intended level. We have ourselves a Rumble winner, but he currently holds one of those titles. We also had to think about future End of the World Main Events, as unless the Roster Split collapses, which I don't think it will anytime soon, we are going to have this problem every year. So we came up with an idea, a little more complicated this year than it will be in future years, but still viable. This years End of the World Main Event will be a "Double Jeapordy Match". There will be TWO Title matches taking place in the same ring, at the same time. One Title match from Havoc, and one from Defiance. The winners of those two matches will then face off in a "Defiance v Havoc", champion of champion's match."
Loud cheers from the crowd.
Pellington: "Your probably all thinking, 'Well that doesn't solve anything', what about Sabre? Well, here is our solution. The Havoc Roster doesn't have any problems, I'm sure Michael Rhoades will have no trouble arranging something to decide his #1 contender. However, on Defiance, we do have a problem. The Rumble in the Bronx winner is promised a Title shot in the main event of The End of the World, and so he shall get that. Our problem is that our Rumble winner, Sabre, happens to be the champion of his show. Should that change between now and then, we have no problem, Sabre would face whoever now holds that title. In the event that Sabre does manage to hold onto his title until The End of the World, then Sabre himself would have the right to choose who he faces in that Main Event. He could choose anyone from Jason Hunt to Solo, to Suicide, to Nightshade. Anyone from the Defiance Roster."
Mixed reaction from the crowd, they not being big fans of Sabre.
Pellington: "Thank you all for attending, and enjoy the show. Goodnight."
"The Memory Remains" by Metallica plays as Mr Pellington heads up the ramp, and we fade to a commercial
As the camera braved the familiar darkness that had become synonymous with the man in question the sound of deep, heavy breathing could be heard. After focusing in the camera managed to pick out Kilgore, whom was sitting in the corner of the locker room for some reason. He was clasping his head with hands, rocking back and forth as he did, and as his breathing grew heavier he began to rock more violently until, suddenly he just stopped. The room was pitched into silence and Kilgore was now completely motionless, his head still cupped in his gloved hands. Eventually though he looked up, albeit only as far as to reveal his eyes, and then he began to speak.
Kilgore: "You there boy? You and I, we need to have a little chat."
There was another brief bout of silence, confirming that Kilgore was in fact alone in the room and, apparently, speaking to himself.
Kilgore: "Don't ignore me you sonofabitch! What, you ain't got nothin' to say when I'm in control? This clarity shit ain't gonna last long so we need to have words right fuckin' now!"
Again, silence. Kilgore was beginning to look frustrated and he bowed his head once more, concealing his visage. However, after a while the silence was broken as Kilgore received a reply from an unseen entity. The voice was calm and decidedly more agreeable than Kilgore's own vehement tongue, although for some reason it appeared to be slightly muffled.
???: "Temper temper Kilgore. Lose your self-control and what else will you have, huh?"
Kilgore looked up, a mixture of satisfaction and utter revulsion on his face.
Kilgore: "Who needs self-control? All it does is get in the way. Anyway, don't change the subject. We're gonna be stuck back together again soon so we'd better get shit sorted pronto."
After turning his back to the camera the other being replied once again to Kilgore's remarks.
???: "I don't remember you being this crass. Still, you have a point. Go over to the mirror."
Kilgore groaned and then he did as he had been instructed, walking over to and stopping in front of the wall-mounted mirror on the opposite side of the room. There was still no sign of another individual in the area.
Kilgore: "You know I don't like mirrors. What the fuck you playin' at Leon?"
And there it was. It was now blatantly clear that Kilgore was in fact talking to himself, or rather his alter ego, Leon Calvano. As he stared into the mirror "Leon" replied, creating a rather twisted and unnerving scene as two men whom apparently shared the same body became involved in a heated, bizarre discussion. The distinction between the two voices was uncanny, making it that much harder for those watching to believe what they were seeing.
Leon: "I'm not playing games Kilgore. I just want to see your OUR face intact. It could be the last time."
Kilgore: "What the hell you talkin' about?"
Leon: "You're getting careless Kilgore, and it's becoming a problem. You keep going round smashing mirrors and "
Kilgore: "Don't try and pin that crap on me. If it weren't for you I wouldn't be going nuts now would I?"
Leon: "Maybe. Maybe not. Now is not about "ifs" or "buts". Now is about your match with Rex Idol, and of course "
Kilgore: "Heh, whatever. Rex Idol is nothing but a calm breeze, completely inconsequential. Dance around the issue all ya want but it's pretty damned obvious that you're the weak link in this equation. I ain't worried about Rex Idol and you know it so just quit stalling."
Leon: "Really? I'm the weak one? Who's the one lying to his self right now? Who's the one acting like a common, run-of-the-mill trash talking stereotypical heel? We both know what you really are Kilgore "
Kilgore scowled as "Leon" went on.
Leon: "I thought as much. Can we please get on with the matter at hand now?"
Kilgore: " "
Leon: "Good. Now it's a simple task but unfortunately the arbitrariness of a man tends to complicate matters needlessly."
Kilgore: "And by man I assume we're talking about The Perfect Outlaw."
Leon: "Yes we are. You no, we came close to fulfilling our aspirations last week but it wasn't to be. We had Outlaw's heart in our hands but it slipped through our fingers. Next time that won't CAN'T happen. Next time we grasp so tightly that not even the hand of God could prise Outlaw's mask from our fingers. It's all about that mask Kilgore."
Kilgore: "I know. I know why, I know how. Get on with it."
Leon: "Fine. Put simply, you reveal who The Perfect Outlaw truly is and that should act as the catalyst. Then, if all goes well all ties will be severed."
Kilgore: "Excellent. The Perfect Outlaw will be the first to experience my full potential."
Leon: "Don't underestimate him Kilgore."
Kilgore: "Fuck you Leon."
Leon: "Look, I want me out of here just as much as you do. There's nothing left for me now. Things just didn't what are you grinning at?"
A sickening grin had formed on Kilgore's face and as he stared into the mirror he started to laugh, quietly at first. The laughter soon grew louder and more maniacal though, reaching the point where Kilgore's whole body was shaking.
Kilgore: "Hahaha, you're so pathetic! Whining, complaining, all whilst telling ME what to do! You can't even see the truth when it's literally staring you dead in the fucking face!"
The laughter continued and "Leon" had a hard time getting his puzzled words out.
Leon: "What are you talking about?"
Kilgore: "Haha, what did you think was going to happen? For all your academic achievements Leon you sure are one dumb fuck! Did you honestly think you could push all that hurt anguish deep down inside without any chance of repercussion? YOU created me, YOU erased your own place in this world and in the process it was YOU who killed your own mother!"
The expression on Kilgore's face changed dramatically in the blink of an eye. He now looked completely and totally wild, almost as if "Leon" had assumed control. Kilgore's head started juddering uncontrollably and "Leon" screamed out in an incensed rage, a world full of pain and torment carried in his hateful words.
Leon: "THAT'S IT! I'VE HAD ENOUGH YOU PIECE OF SHIT! I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF ALL YOUR BULLSHIT! I'M GOING TO END THIS RIGHT FUCKING "
Before "Leon" could finish Kilgore abruptly cut him off, gaining control and throwing himself headfirst into the mirror! The glass shattered violently and Kilgore slumped down to the floor, the impact having left a dent in the wall as well as a broken mirror. For a moment Kilgore was completely still, save for a slight twitch in his back, and then he stirred, rolling onto his back. The shards of glass that penetrated his flesh didn't seem to bother him in the slightest and as his face became a crimson mask he started to laugh again, although this time "Leon" didn't seem to be in any rush to question why
Poppa: There is something seriously wrong with that guy, I mean it, he freaks me out.
Stanyer: Disturbing material concerning Kilgore, and seemingly his alter-ego, Leon Calvano.
Poppa: A classic case of a split personality, the problem in this case seems to be that both personalities seem to hate themselves, and each other.
Stanyer: And that just causes more and more problems.
Poppa: And plenty for Kilgore's opponents. Or should I say Leon's, who really knows.
Stanyer: One man is going to have to find a way to keep Kilgore's rage in check, and that is Rex Idol, as he has to face Kilgore in our opening contest.
Credit: Splinter
The arena lights cut off, and, as the music begins, are replaced by a dozen searchlight style roving lights that scour the audience until they settle on the entry way stage. Strobe lights flicker throughout the rest of the darkened arena and the first piano chords sound, while the words "The PARAGON" roll across the jumbo-tron. Six beautiful women file out of the entry portal, lining up three on each side of the runway as the lyrics to Robbie Williams "Let Me Entertain You" begin; "Hell is gone and Heaven's here, there's nothing left for you to fear, shake your ass, come over here, now scream!" The women all strike seductive poses, and the music continues to build, "I'm a burning effigy of everything I used to be, you're my rock of empathy, my dear!" In time with the drums, pyros explode from both the stage and top of the big screen, while a golden leather-clad Rex Idol bounds forth from behind the stage curtains. The crowd goes wild as he goes through a series of brief muscle-flexing poses, before making his way to the ring with his entourage. Once at ringside he slides under the ropes, pauses for a few unorthodox, and slightly crude, pushups, then springs to his feet for a final pose, as the music fades out.
James: Introducing from Beverley Hills, California, weighing in at 266lbs, "THE PARAGON" REX IDOL!!!
Once the intro to "Blood Stained" starts the lights go completely out except for a single dim crimson light. When the electric guitar riff cuts the intro off the dim crimson light brightens a very small amount and it begins to expand until "Blood Stained" starts proper, at which point the entire arena is filled with a crimson light that flickers on and off constantly. This is the point where Kilgore makes his entrance and he walks straight down to the ring, looking around him as he does with contempt. Once he is down by the ring he steps up onto the apron and then he walks over to the turnbuckle before stepping up onto the second rope and holding his arms up and his head down as if he'd been crucified. He then steps over the top rope and into the ring, bringing about the end of his entrance.
James: Introducing from Chicago, Illnois, weighing 280lbs, KILGORE!!!!
Report: Rex Idol steps up to the massive form of Kilgore, who just looks down on him with an un-ending gaze. Rex seems un-phased by Kilgore and starts to land a series of right hands on the big man, Kilgore isn't even shaken by Rex' attack. Kilgore catches one of Rex' right hands and throws him into the corner, Kilgore runs in and hits a clothesline. Kilgore then starts to land precise chops to Rex' exposed chest, quickly bringing it up in a nasty shade of red. Kilgore then drags Rex out of the corner and goes to nail him with a scoop slam but Idol slips behind, Rex then grabs Kilgore and nails him with a neckbreaker. Rex pops up and taunts Kilgore who gets up slowly, but surely. Rex again starts to hammer on Kilgore with right hands, but again Kilgore won't budge. Kilgore again catches one of Rex' right hands and then brings Idols face down into his knee. Rex comes up holding his face in pain, Kilgore then whips him to the ropes. On the way back Idol gets dropped hideously with a big boot. Kilgore then pulls Rex up and nails him with a bridging t-bone suplex 1 Rex just kicks out before the count of two. Kilgore doesn't seem surprised by this and once again pulls Idol up. Kilgore this times locks Rex up and plants him with a hammerlocked northern lights suplex, he lifts Rex back up with the hammerlock still in and then hits the move again, this time with a bridge 1 2 Kilgore just gets two. Kilgore once again pulls Rex up, keeping his methodical attack going.
Stanyer: If Rex allows Kilgore to dictate the pace here he's in big trouble.
Poppa: That's right, Kilgore will happily Paptize him for the rest of this matchup!
Kilgore throws Rex to the ropes, on the way back he just clotheslines Rex right back down onto the mat. Kilgore pulls Idol up and sets him up in a side headlock, but Rex won't be lifted, Idol then hoists Kilgore up and nails an impressive Rexplex (Falling Suplex)! Idol struggles up, only to find Kilgore already standing, Idol boots him in the gut and hits a second Rexplex (Falling Suplex). This time Idol pops up quicker, and poses for the crowd who cheer loudly. He turns to find Kilgore already on his way up to his feet. Rex now starts to nail Kilgore with right hands, finally getting Kilgore reeling to a huge cheer from the PWF fans. He throws Kilgore to the ropes, on the way back he lifts Kilgore up above his head and then drops him down to the mat for an amazing body press drop! He flexes his muscles and the fans go wild. He turns looking to inflict more damage on Kilgore only to find the big man again getting up to his feet! Rex can hardly believe it, Kilgore makes it to his feet and Rex starts to hammer at him with stinging jabs. Rex stops to pose for the crowd and then throws a big right hand but Kilgore ducks it, sets Idol up and then drives him down into the mat hard with the Black Sun (Full Nelson Into Modified Michinoku Driver)! Rex stays down as Kilgore lies there to regain his breath. Suddenly to the shock of the crowd Kilgore sits up and once again starts to make it to his feet.
Stanyer: Its been quite back and forth so far, but only because Rex just can't keep Kilgore down.
Poppa: Kilgore is a scary man, but I reckon Rex can take him.
The Paragon looks in a pretty bad way on the mat as Kilgore starts to stomp away at him. Kilgore then pulls Idol up again, and throws him to the ropes, but with a huge surge of energy Rex reverses and throws Kilgore to the ropes. The comeback is short lived as Kilgore puts Idol straight back down with a savage Harbinger (Jumping Yakuza Kick). The PWF fans have started a chant of 'IDOL! IDOL! IDOL!' as Kilgore once again starts to lay down hard stomps. Kilgore pulls Idol up and throws him into the corner, he then hoists Rex up and climbs up himself. Idol realizes him desperate his situation is and starts to fight back up Kilgore quickly stops this with a series of hard knife-edge chops at the top of the turnbuckle. Kilgore then sets Idol up and leaps, smashing him into the mat with a hard superplex! Rex is spread eagled on the mat as Kilgore pulls himself up again. Kilgore walks over and covers the Paragon 1 2 3! NO! A huge cheer goes up from the crowd as the referee signals that Rex did indeed kick out. Kilgore gets up, he almost looks shocked.
Poppa: Did Idol just kick out?
Stanyer: He did indeed.
Poppa: Impressive.
Kilgore again pulls the Paragon up to his feet, Rex looks quite badly hurt. Kilgore hoists Rex up for the Eighth Sin (Fireman's Carry Into Spiked Fisherman's Buster) but Rex slips behind, he then pulls Kilgore up and locks in the Superstar Cross (Spinning Torture Rack)! Rex applies the hold hard, but Kilgore won't tap out. Kilgore begins to laugh at Rex' efforts to make him submit, Idol looks angry. Suddenly Rex shuts Kilgore up by nailing him with the Superstar Burst (Rack Pancake)! Kilgore lands hard, he sits up holding his neck in pain and then falls back down onto the mat. Rex pulls himself up tiredly, exhausted by lifting Kilgore's huge frame.
Stanyer: Kilgore finally stays down.
Poppa: Or not
Kilgore is, once again, pulling himself up onto his feet. Idol looks damn angry, he runs to the ropes, Kilgore turns and gets nailed violently with the Rex Bomber (Running Elbow Attack)! Kilgore goes down holding his face, Rex pulls himself up the turnbuckle, this time relying on Kilgore's toughness. Rex' plan pays off as Kilgore starts to pull himself up again. Rex jumps and nails the Idolbuster (Buff Blockbuster)! Kilgore is spread eagled on the mat as Idol goes for the cover 1 2 3!
Stanyer: Rex Idol picks up the win, and a surprise one, as many thought Kilgore's size and strength would be too much for Rex.
Poppa: But once again he defeats the odds and pulls out the victory.
Stanyer: Something like that, yeah.
We cut to the backstage area, there is a lot of staff members milling around, a few wrestlers pass by, we see Down Under Xpress pass by, chatting to each other. We see Venom walk by, in full wrestling gear, ready for his upcoming match. Then we see Masta P arrive, European Title over his shoulder, ready for his upcoming defence, when a member of staff stops him.
Staff: "Errm.. Masta P, I've a message for you from a Rex Idol.
Masta P: "What the hell does that jackass want? Come to bitch and moan because I cost him a match last week, well boo hoo."
Staff: "He specifically asked for you sir, he asked you to meet him in the parking lot."
Masta P: "I ain't' got time to waste with nobodies like him. I've got more important things to do, like defending my European Title. You see him, you tell him this, if he wants to see me, then he comes to find me, 'cause I ain't wasting none of my precious time on him."
Masta P slaps the European Title over his shoulder and then walks off towards the ring.
Stanyer: Masta P deciding that he doesn't want anything to do with Rex Idol.
Poppa: It's a shame that, I'd like to see those two get it on.
Stanyer: You're not going Jonny Lang on me now are you?
Poppa: God no, I'll enrol on some English classes, don't wanna make slip-ups like that again.
Stanyer: Well, we'll see how Masta P does against Venom, who by the way, was the man who picked up that win over Rex Idol last week.
Poppa: And happens to be the man who put Shockwave out of action with a broken arm.
Stanyer: Indeed, although I doubt that Shockwave will be out for very long, the desire for vengeance will make sure of that. Anyway, Venom v Masta P, right after these.
Credit: Sabre
All of a sudden the arena darken and the sound of hissing snakes can be heard throughout the building. Then green lights start to flicker and "Drag you Down" by Finger Eleven hits and out walks Venom from behind the curtain. Venom makes his way to the ring taunting the crowd. Venom then slides in under the bottom rope and begins to taunt the crowd again as the crowd boos.
James: Introducing from Death Valley, California, weighing 297lbs, VENOM!!!.
The ultra-tron shows the words "Masta P ETA" and a stopwatch quickly counting down. When it stops the arena goes black and the Ultratron slowly zooms in on a white dot which shows Masta P under a spotlight. "Nothing" by A kicks in and Masta P starts to walk on the video whilst showing clips of the various ass kickings' he has given . The lighting is dark green and then Masta P emerges on the stage salutes the fans with one arm and walks confidently to the ring..
James: Introducing from Los Angeles, California, weighing 289lbs, The Original Bad Boy, MASTA P
Report: Venom immediately grapples with Masta P, attempting an Irish whip but the Euro champ reverses the move and sends Venom to the ropes and hits a heavy clothesline that sends the contender onto the mat. Masta P then attempts an elbow drop but Venom rolls out of the way, and the champ hits the mat side first before being assaulted with an armbar. Masta P quickly uses his size to reach the ropes and the ref breaks the hold. As Masta P gets up, Venom hits a kick to the shins, sending Masta P back onto the canvas. He then stomps away at his knee before trying to roll Masta P over into a single leg crab. Masta P scouts the move, however, and boots Venom away with his free leg. Venom walks straight into a turnbuckle, with Masta P crashing in behind him with a big body splash.
Stanyer: "Venom tried over powering Masta P but it didn't work out so he tried submission moves. Very smart thinking from the big man."
Poppa: "Masta P would be at a distinct disadvantage if he legs were taken out, but that's a huge task for Venom. Just like eating an entire cake."
Masta P picks Venom up again and leans him up against the turnbuckle before slapping him across the chest with a huge knife-edge chop. The velocity of the open hand turns Venom's cheat bright red, and the crowd 'Whooo's!' as the reverberations echo throughout the arena. Masta P attempts another one but Venom quickly ducks the move and slides under the ropes to the outside. Masta P reaches over the top rope to grab Venom's head but Venom quickly leaps onto the mat and hits a massive axe kick across the back of Masta P's head. Masta P's body does a full 360 over the top rope but he miraculously lands on his feet. He turns around just in time to catch a baseball slide from Venom straight into the chest, which sends him barrelling into the crowd barrier. Venom slides out of the ring and grabs Masta P by the hair, throwing him onto the steel steps. Masta P's back spasms in pain as the steps collapse around him from the impact. Venom once again grabs Masta P and throws him back into the ring.
Poppa: "Masta P is getting OWNED by Venom! I don't think Masta P expected such a big dude to be going for his title!"
Stanyer: "Well, he is, so Masta P better pull out the magic!"
Almost like he heard Stanyer say those words, Masta P suddenly boots Venom in the gut and snaps his head onto the canvas in a DDT that forces the entire ring to bounce from the impact. Venom spins in mid air from the impact and lands on his back before Masta P pounces once more, picking him up and throwing him to the roped, picking him up on the rebound and hitting the 'Dilhole Driver'. The crowd begin chanting 'holy shit' at the sight of Masta P picking the 6'9" 297 pounder and spinning him around before smashing him back first onto the mat. Masta P, however, has little time to capitalise as the tron suddenly flickers to life up on the top of the ramp. Masta P looks on as the image suddenly shows the crowd favourite Rex Idol strolling around the parking garage...
Rex: "Let's see... aha! What do we have here?"
Rex Idol casually strolls past a dark red Mazda RX-7, nodding...
Poppa: "I know tricked up rides Stanyer and I can tell you, that is ONE tricked up mamma jamma... probably even has NOZ in it!"
Stanyer: "Do you even know what 'NOZ' is?"
Poppa: ".... shut up, Rex is talking!"
Rex: "I'll hand it to you, Masta P, you're probably the only PWF superstar who doesn't drive a dodge viper. Nice ride. Hey, is that a damn minidisc player in there? Bah, I'm happy with my four track. Anyway, I'm not happy that you left the Paragon high and dry out here... We had a meeting and you blow me off? I have things to do tonight, I don't have time to play these games! Ahhh well. No hard feelings, right man?"
Stanyer: "What's Rex talking about? Did Masta P say he'd meet him out there or something?"
Rex Idol begins to walk away, but suddenly stops, turning back towards the car... both Masta P and the audience watch on in suspense...
Rex: "Ugh. I hate when people leave finger prints on the side of a car. Let me get that for ya, Masta."
Rex pulls his keys out and starts scratching the living daylights out of Masta P's door. P starts screaming at the top of his lungs while Rex works his magic...
Poppa: "No! Masta P's tricked out pimp mobile! It's defenceless!"
Stanyer: "Well that's Masta P's fault for making Rex wait out there in the first place."
Rex: "Hang on... almost there... yeah, I think I got it."
Rex walks backwards, checking out his art as Masta P leans on the ropes towards the tron, pointing and shouting loudly as the tron goes back to black. He suddenly gets blindsided by Venom, who spins him around and hit a monster brainbuster, which puts Masta P's lights out. Venom goes for a pinfall but at the last minute Masta P gets a shoulder up. Venom picks Masta P up who sluggishly begins hitting lefts and rights, forcing Venom into a turnbuckle. Masta P then climb onto the second rope, pounding heavy right hands into Venom.
Stanyer: "I don't think that footage helped Venom. If anything, it's made Masta P more fired up!"
Poppa: "He's fighting Venom but I think all he see's is Rex... or maybe his poor car!"
Masta P begins working on Venom, who suddenly picks up Masta P and walks with him out of the turnbuckle. He attempts a powerbomb but Masta P reverses it into a DDT, smashing Venom's head onto the canvas. He then picks Venom up again, setting him up for the Masta bomb. However, as the Original Bad Boy puts Venom in position, the crowd pops for Rex Idol who jumps a barricade and slides into the ring behind Masta P. He quickly grabs Masta P from behind and performs a picture perfect 'Superstar Burst', as the ref goes ballistic and orders the bell to be rung.
James: "Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via disqualification, Masta P!"
Stanyer: "He probably doesn't feel like a winner right now!"
Rex stomps Masta P out of the ring and Masta P collects his marbles as he runs up the ramp, holding his head while Rex Idol begins quickly stepping back and forth like Mohammed Ali as "Let Me Entertain You" hits the speakers and the crowd pops for the Paragon before he kisses a bicep and flips over the top rope and onto the mat before bowing.
Stanyer: "Well that was cool!"
Poppa: "I'll bet my last pair of pants these two kick it off at the PPV."
Stanyer: "...Tell me those things aren't your last pair. Please... just say yes or no... I don't want a stupid answer."
Poppa: "There are no stupid answers Stanyer, just stupid people."
The scene opens up backstage, cameras focusing on a door that reads Mr. Rhoades on the nameplate. We then see Gambino walk to the door. He's bruised badly on his face and has bandages covering stitches he received as a result of Homicides brutal attack last week. He opens the door and walks on into the office, where we see Michael Rhoades sitting behind his desk in the middle of a phone call. He looks up at Gambino with a surprised look
Rhoades: I'll call you back.
He hangs up the phone
Rhoades: Gambino. My God man, you look like hell.
Gambino: No shit. That's what I came to talk to you about.
Rhoades: Hey, you got it. Take the night off. Take a couple weeks off if you need to, just so you can heal.
Gambino: I didn't come to ask you for the night off. I want Homicides ass in that ring tonight.
Michael Rhoades seems surprised that Gambino wants to compete in his current condition. He also seems very reluctant to allow it
Rhoades: Gambino, I can't allow you to compete in the condition you're in. I spoke with the doctors, and they said that not only did you suffer the bruising and stitches, but also a mild concussion. It's too dangerous for you to compete tonight.
Gambino slams his hands on the desk then leans over it into Rhoades' face
Gambino: You listen to me, and you listen damn well. Either I get Homicide in the ring tonight or there's gonna be hell to pay around here.
Rhoades: Fine. But not a singles match. You'll face off in a tag match, and you both find your own partners. If you can't find a partner, then the match is off.
Gambino: Fine. I'll take the tag match. But I'm warning you ahead of time, you'd better keep those medics close by. I'm gonna put a hurting on that son of a bitch, and I've got a feeling they're gonna be needed.
Gambino then turns and walks out of the room, slamming the door behind him
Venom is seen backstage watching last weeks Havoc on a TV monitor. He begins to laugh as the camera pans around to see what he is laughing at. The camera shows Venom's attack on his long time rival Shockwave.
Venom: Damn it feels good to know that that bastard Shockwave is finally out of the way. And it's even better because I was the one that put him out of action.
Venom the reaches over and presses the rewind button and plays the attack over again. He then reaches down by the VCR and pulls out the lead pipe used in the attack.
Venom: I can sit here all night and watch this but I can't, I have a European title match later but I hope Shockwave is watching tonight because I want him to see me succeed tonight and become the new European Champion while he is laying up in some hospital bed with a broken arm.
Venom begins to laugh again as the camera focuses in on the pipe.
Venom: That's right folks my dear old friend Shockwave indeed does have a broken arm and well be out of action for quite some time. Which is good because it's one less person in my way, one less person that I have to climb over on my way to the top of the ladder. Shockwave you never could keep up with me and I know that it's going to kill you to see me succeed in your absence but oh well...life's a bitch isn't it. Shockwave I did you a favour putting you out of action. Now you have lots of time to come up with some new poems for us when you return, but wait...that's right how can you write your stupid poems when your arm doesn't even work. HAHAHAHA!!!
Venom then stands up straight looking at his lead pipe.
Venom: Time to win some gold. Have fun Shockwave watching me kick Masta P's ass tonight. But hey look at it this way...when I win tonight I'll give you a shot when you return just to prove that your luck has finally ran out for good.
Venom then walks down the hallway on his way to the ring as the camera focuses back on the monitor where the attack plays again.
Stanyer: Well, we have ourselves a main event for the night, as Gambino & Homicide have to choose their own partners for what will be a spectacular Tag Match.
Poppa: I wonder whom they'll choose, it'll be interesting to find out.
Stanyer: But we have two more matches before our main event, and one of those is right after the break.
The feed cuts to backstage as we see Sandstorm and Homicide, already in a heated discussion. It appears as though Homicide has made his choice for a partner in tonight's match, and they appear to be going over some strategies.
Homicide: Alright Sandstorm, I know we have had our differences in the past, but we've already come to a mutual respect amongst each other, and that should be enough to put these pylons out of commission for good.
Sandstorm nods.
Homicide: I really don't care what you do out there, just remember that I want Gambino, and if by any chance Davey K gets in my way, well, your gonna have a much easier night.
Sandstorm: As long as you leave me something Homicide. I'm out there for one thing and one thing only, and that is to end Superstar Davey K. He has been a thorn in my side for much too long now, and these, "fans", have been wanting to know why I've been acting the way I do. We'll, I don't think I should have to explain anything to these idiots, I'm just going to use my supreme technical skills and overbearing power in that ring to show you where I'm coming from. Davey K, mark this time.....
Sandstorm looks at his watch.
Sandstorm: 8:32 pm, Saturday, February 8th, 2003. Your time of pain, agony, and torment has begun, and my time to break the playing board of my mid-card game, and kick it up a notch into Main Event status. And for you Davey K, the future is looking extremely dark.
The scene fades out with an intense look on Sandstorm's face.
Poppa: Looks like Homicide didn't have any problems picking a partner.
Stanyer: He didn't waste any time either, already making plans for the match.
Poppa: Notice how Sandstorm was going on about Davey K, I thought Gambino hadn't picked his partner yet.
Stanyer: Perhaps Sandstorm knows something we don't, anyway, we've a matchup next, as The Perfect Outlaw faces off against Jagged, who's wrestling in singles competition this week.
Poppa: Outlaw will have to watch his back, Kilgore has threatened to make a 2nd attempt to remove his mask, and I have a feeling he will back up his threat.
Credit: Solo
The lights dim as The Perfect Outlaw makes his way down to the ring to "Perfect" by Simple Plan. He makes no motion towards the crowd or anyone in fact. He just gets in the ring.
James: Introducing from Manhattan, New York, THE PERFECT OUTLAW!!!
An eerie type of techno music starts to play a slow melody backed with a drumbeat...and after twenty or so seconds, "Remember" by Disturbed blares at full force. A superstar, Jagged, immediately bounces out and starts to jump, raising his hands and partying. After the twenty seconds of madness has subsided, he makes his way down to the ring in a normal manner, bouncing gradually. He get's into the ring just as the chorus comes back, and again he starts to jump about. The music then dies down.
James: Introducing from Palermo, Sicily, Italy, weighing 252lbs, JAGGED!!!!
Report: Jagged locks up TPO with a Collar and Elbow tie up. TPO turns Jagged around slightly putting a headlock on. Grinding Jagged's head, TPO stomps the matt tightening the hold. Jagged sways his arms around looking for a break in the hold. Mustering up enough mobility, Jagged plants TPO onto the mat with a Backdrop. Jagged slowly gets to his feet as TPO holds his head. Finally to his feet, Jagged approaches TPO, but TPO trips Jagged with a Drop Toe Hold. TPO ties up Jagged's legs into a bow and begins to pull back on Jagged's head. Referee checks on Jagged unsure if he wants to quit. TPO pulls back harder as Jagged screams out in pain, however, much to TPO's liking, Jagged begins to pull himself toward the ropes. In attempt to stop him, TPO drives a knee to the back. Jagged stops in his tracks grimacing in pain, but will not quit this early in the match as he begins to crawl again. Jagged finally reaches out to the bottom rope, forcing the referee make TPO to break the hold. TPO stands up over top Jagged. He leaps up in the air using the ropes as balance driving his knee down onto Jagged's back.
Stanyer: Ouch, Jagged definitely going to feel that tomorrow!
Poppa: That is if he still awake. Most likely after TPO is done Jagged will be in the hospital bed drea err I mean having Nightmares and stuff.
Stanyer: True. So true that would be considering Jagged's past and all.
TPO pulls Jagged back into the middle of the ring. He goes to put Jagged into the Camel Clutch, but Jagged reverses it into a pinning attempt. The referee jumps into action administering the count. 1 2 . TPO quickly kicks out before the referee could raise his hand again. Jagged slowly tries to get to his feet, but is feeling the pain stinging in his back. TPO quickly to his feet kicks Jagged in the lower of the back sending him to the mat again. Jagged holds his back as he rolls over trying to protect himself. With the expose stomach TPO begins to open up onto Jagged with kicks to the body. The referee tries to break up the beat down, because TPO hands are on the top rope. Arguing with the referee, TPO gives Jagged the time needed to recover from the beating. Once he turns around, TPO is nailed between the legs with a low blow.
Poppa: Typical stuff from a bully when they are in a tight spot.
Stanyer: What I want to know is why didn't the ref see that?
Poppa: That's because a certain someone I knew paid the refs not to see those kinds of things.
Stanyer: You wouldn't happen to be talking about Sa
Poppa: Don't say his name around me for god stakes. I might have to Paptize you too!
Jagged finally to his feet, takes advantage of a down TPO. He opens up with a barrage of kicks of his own. Following up with a Standing Elbow Drop across the chest. Jagged rolls over and goes to work with a Boston Crab making the referee check on TPO. TPO on the receiving end of a submission move refuses to quit as well. Jagged impatiently releases the hold and drags TPO to his feet. Jagged then picks TPO up sideways planting him with a Backbreaker. TPO falls to the mat rolling around for a bit holding his back, while Jagged taunts around the ring. TPO climbs to his feet using the ropes. As he turns around, TPO is hit with a thunderous Jagged DDT (Jumping DDT). Jagged pins TPO once again. The referee slowly drops this time to administer the count. 1 2
Stanyer: Oh boy, this had happen before. Jagged has snap again.
Poppa: No wonder why they call Inmate and Jagged, Anger Management.
Stanyer: Why do they call them that?
Poppa: Because they both need it really bad.
Furious with the referee's slow response, Jagged snaps and begins to tear into TPO. Before TPO could prepare himself he is nailed with The Gordbuster, then with An Unwelcome Burden. TPO lies completely out of it as Jagged slowly returns to a controllable state of mind. The referee stunned at what he witness checks on TPO to see if he is not injured. Wasting little time, Jagged takes advantage of an unconscious TPO and tries to pull him to his feet. Each time TPO falls straight back to the floor. Finally, Jagged places TPO on the top turnbuckle facing toward the crowd. Gesturing to the crowd the end, Jagged hoists TPO onto his shoulders with arms spread out into a crucifixion. Once in the middle of the ring stable, Jagged plants TPO with the Jagged Edge (Razor Edge). Jagged then folds TPO up into a ball and pins him. The referee quickly administers the pin so the match can end. 1 2 3
Stanyer: Jagged has picked up the win with complete domination.
Poppa: If you ask me the guy is loco.
Stanyer: Loco?
Poppa: Yeah you know crazy. Nutty. You do know Spanish right?
Stanyer: Yeah I do. Well kind of.
Poppa: I guess you failed the class then?
Stanyer: Wait a second!!! Kilgore's on his way out here!!!!
Kilgore comes racing down the ramp and slides into the ring, he instantly goes for The Perfect Outlaw and starts ripping at his mask.
Poppa: He's trying to get the mask off again!!! For some reason, I hope he succeeds!! I want to see what he really looks like!!
Stanyer: He probably won't get chance, looks like security will beat him to it.
Poppa: How come they always make it out here just when you don't want them to.
Stanyer: And when you need them out here, they never seem to arrive, I know the feeling.
Kilgore manages to undo one of the straps, TPO seems to be awake now and is fighting Kilgore, but then security flood the ring and pull Kilgore back, TPO quickly puts the strap back on and backs away out of the ring. Kilgore stares angrily at TPO as he is handcuffed by the PWF security team.
Stanyer: Looks like we will have to wait a little while longer to find out who TPO really is.
We see Barry and Leroy walking down the corridor.
Leroy: ... So the old man replies, '50 years ago, that fence wasn't electrified.'
Barry: Huh?
Leroy: It's a joke. You see, the fence was electrified.
Barry: Oh, yeah. Right.
Leroy: What's up?
Barry: Nothing, my head is just still spinning from last week. Remember, when that guy you said didn't exist cleaned our clocks.
Leroy: Hmm... well... My theory may have been misguided, but nevertheless, I still say there is something wrong with that guy.
Barry: Yeah, the fact that he is messing with us. He and Inmate should really know better.
Leroy: I guess being psycho all the time tends to get in the way of rational thought.
Barry: True... What the hell...
Barry's look turns to one of anger as they arrive in their dressing room. Or what's left of it. Their clothes are strewn over the room; their possessions are all broken and scattered.
Leroy: Those stupid moronic idiots. I can't believe they did this.
Barry: Huh? How can you be sure who did this?
Leroy points to a wall, where the following is written in paint
'Angr manageagement Rulez U! B-Stupid Force suxors!'
Barry: Oh, yeah. Didn't spot that. Well, you were always the detective of the team. Let's go have it out with those nefarious no-goods!
Leroy: Yeah, lets go renaissance on their asses!! Oh, wait... We can't. We have a match.
Barry: Holy Scheduling conflicts, Leroy. You are right, we are taking on the devils from down under, those fine-feathered fiends known as the DUX!!
Leroy: Never fear, old chum, those Ozzies are no match for the two of us! Their lack of character will surely prove their undoing. And after they feel the sharp taste of brutality, then we will move onto Anger Management!
Barry: Gee whiz, Leroy. Right again. The criminal element in the PWF doesn't stand a chance with us on the case.
Leroy: Let's just hope you are right, Barry. Let us waste no more time. To the ring!
Our dynamic duo rush to leave the room, whilst the camera remains looking at this tragic scene
Davey K is marching down the corridor
Tedison: Davey a quick word....
Davey K: Ted, I've somewhere to be, another time man ok?
Tedison: Erm yeah, Davey where you going?
Davey K: Laters Ted.
Davey continues to walk down the corridor
Poppa: Wonder what Davey was in such a rush for?
Davey is standing outside a locker room with "Gambino" on the door
Davey K: ......
At this point the Water Guy runs up to The Superstar
Water Guy: Davey! What you doing? You gonna be Gambino's tag partner?
Davey K: Well done! Way to ruin the whole mystery I had surrounding me. You idiot! Water Guy....can you hear it?
Water Guy: What?....
Davey K: The sound of.....my god......
Water Guy: What?
Davey K: Someone has left a tap on.....water is going everywhere!
Water Guy: This is bad, I have to go.....the humanity!
The Water Guy runs away, as Davey opens the door and enters the room
Gambino: What's wrong with knocking?
Davey K: I like to save my knuckles for when I'm the ring, not lame ass pleasantries.
Gambino: What do you want Davey?
Davey K: You need a tag partner tonight right?
Gambino: Word gets around...
Davey K: It gets round quicker than JVD on "Free Condom" Day. Let me cut to the chase. Now believe me this is a pleasant locker room but well, there ain't no TV in here and well there's been developments out there.
Gambino: Developments?
Davey K: Your little friend Homicide has found himself a partner he has the biggest freak I've seen in a while, Sandstorm. That boy has been telling Homicide all the nasty shit he wants to do to me in the ring and homicide has hardly been planning a bunch of flowers for you. I want to get my hands on Sandstorm. I've just watched him and that complete lame boy homicide hatching some plan. Well I want to get Sandstorm in the ring tonight and you want Homicide. So do you know what I'm trying to get at?
Gambino: You saying we should be partners tonight? You and me against Homicide and Sandstorm?
Davey K: In his best Gary Coleman / Different Strokes style - What you talking about 'Bino?
Gambino: Are you drunk?
Davey K: No, I saved your ass last week man, you owe me this chance.
Gambino: I could have dealt with it.
Davey K: From where I was standing you were doing anything but dealing with it. I saw your ass lying on the floor and so I came sprinting up there before Homicide really went medieval on your ass. Now I know you aren't a Farty McShitePants.
Gambino: A What?
Davey K: What?
Gambino: What?!?!
Davey K: We are infringing many, many copyrights. Homo and Sandyass are a pair of jackasses and we all know that I'm the real Superstar of Havoc and well, your not bad, so lets give the fans what they want, we stand together in that ring and we kick their asses all over the ring. you've gotta be pissed at Homo, I mean the guy is seriously dissing you at the moment. Your the freakin' champion man, and the only way your gonna get him in the ring tonight is in this tag match, and I'm the best damn partner your gonna get, so whatdya say man?
Davey K reaches out his hand
Gambino: If you wanna be my partner tonight, you've gotta promise me you'll do something for me.
A strange look appears on Davey's face
Davey K: Eh, Gambino...I like the ladies bro.
Gambino looks confused
Gambino: What the hell are you talking about?
Davey K: What are YOU talking about?
Gambino: I'm talking about kicking some ass. What possessed you to inform me of the obvious, that you like the ladies? You'd damn well better like the ladies if you're gonna be my partner tonight!
Davey K: Well you told me I had to do something for you if I wanted to be your partner and then...
Gambino: Davey, Davey, Davey. All I was gonna say is that you have to promise to leave Homicide to me.
Davey K: Ahhhhhh, I see. Consider it done.
Gambino: Then consider us partners.
Gambino then extends his hand and the two men shake on it, sealing the deal
Stanyer: Well we've now got our Main Event sorted, it'll be Gambino & Davey K taking on Sandstorm and Homicide. And what a match it will be.
Poppa: Reminds me of my glory days, when I used to be in matches like this.
Stanyer: Then your partner screwed you over, twice, and you decided to retire.
Poppa: I kicked his ass once at least, even if he did beat me the 2nd time.
Stanyer: Well our next match is Team Brutal Force, who unfortunately just had their locker room trashed by Anger Management.
Poppa: Well actually, it looked like it had been trashed for quite some time.
Stanyer: Who cares when it was trashed, it was trashed and that's all that matters.
Poppa: Calm down, you were saying?
Stanyer: Team Brutal Force will face off against the #1 contenders to Gods of War's Tag Titles, Down Under Xpress. Who knowing our luck, will run their mouth before their match, again.
Poppa: I take it your not a fan.
Stanyer: How did you guess?
'Praise' by Sevendust rings out through the arena bringing the fans to their feet holding various DUX signs up in the crowd. The usual pyro goes off as Brod and LJ, with Commander Squeaky, make their way to the ring. Brod is holding a piece of paper in his hand and he grabs the house mic of the ring announcer and begins to talk as the music cuts out.
Brod: Welcome one and all to your favourite part of Havoc, the DUX show!
Crowd cheers the line
Brod: We don't like to take advantage of those imbeciles behind the curtain too often but just to show that we're great guys and all we decided to save Mr Rhoades a job and present to you the single most important news that the PWF is likely to hear and it's all contained on the one piece of paper that I hold in my right hand. I'll bestow the honour of reading this out to my partner, LJ, why don't you read to the crowd what the piece of paper actually stipulates.
LJ: Well Brod, today's specials are King Island Fillet Mingon with a side of mushroom and wine sauce, and for desert, a delicious serving of chocolate ripple cake
Brod: No you idiot I mean the stipulation!
LJ: Stipulation, stipulation? Nope, not here, maybe they're on the wine list
LJ pulls out the wine list as Brod looks at the first piece of paper
Brod: Where is the tag title contact?
LJ: I thought it was a subscription to Victorias Secret's catalogue and mailed it out. You must have grabbed a menu from catering.
Brod: Why did I know it was a good idea to make a copy?
Brod pulls out a copy of the contact from his pocket
Brod: LJ, why is there lizard crap smeared on this?
LJ: It was either that or your signed WHAM! Tour shirt to clean up Commander Squeaky's mess
Brod: Ugh!
Brod moaned as he tried to read around the reptile faeces
Brod: Moving right along and in my hand I have the contract signed by all parties concerning the upcoming PPV and that's for the Tag Team Title match between the all round good guys, being the DUX and the perennial losers, those being the Dogs of War!
LJ: Oh I read that! Apparently there's going to be a special guest referee!
Brod: There is?
LJ: Yeah it's gonna be Maximus! And did you want to know who the special guest ring announcer is going to be?
Brod: Who?
LJ: Julius Caesar! And do you want to know who the special guest timekeeper is going to be?
Brod: I'm afraid to ask...Who?
LJ: Hitler!!
Crowd is now indifferent to the legitimacy of the contract
Brod: Ok ok that's enough. So maybe LJ is trying to make a point here with the main reason being that we all know who has been holding the DUX back. The clever little monkeys in suits up in the PWF front office have seen fit to screw around with the DUX's progress since day one. We're going to the PPV to take what's rightfully ours and seeing if the PWF doesn't see fit to stack the deck against the true champions, we'll be holding OUR belts once again just to prove that we're the best tag team combination this industry has ever witnessed.
A small amount of support is drowned out by a chorus of boos
Brod: That's it I can hear those who know what's what in the PWF. Those are the smart fans that can see through the smokescreen of politics and oneupsmanship that are showing their support to the true kings of tag team wrestling. As for those bums commonly known as Brutal Force we're serving notice to them that if you didn't notice what we did to the so-called tag team champions last week you better ask someone who did because they'll tell you that the DUX aren't a force to be messing with.
Brod looks to LJ and they both look to the crowd
Brod & LJ: Because the Down Under Express is 'All Action, All the Time'!
Stanyer: I need some aspirin.
"Mama Said Knock You Out" hits. Leroy and Barry emerge from the back. Leroy bows to the crowd, but Barry keeps on walking towards the ring, oblivious to everything else. Leroy hurrys to catch up with Barry, and trys to get his partner to dance to the music. Barry ignores him, doing a little shadow boxing, and never taking his eyes off of the ring. Barry climbs into the ring and slumps down in Brutal Forces corner. Leroy flips in and starts doing a martial arts/dance demonstration in the centre of the ring. Barry just sits there, staring directly at his opponents corner.
James: Introducing at a combined weight of 442lbs, Leroy Greene and Barry Burton, TEAM BRUTAL FORCE!!!.
Report: Leroy and LJ start out the match. Referee Morgan Black signals for the bell and the match is under way. The two wrestlers tie up in the centre of the ring, Leroy snaps LJ into a hammerlock, the Australian looks for a counter, and struggles to find one at first, but then fakes an elbow to distract Leroy so he can counter the hammerlock into an arm wrench. Leroy counters the arm wrench with a cartwheel and then comes off the ropes. LJ goes down for a Back Body Drop, but Leroy rolls over his back and locks on a waistlock. Leroy then goes for a Back Drop, but LJ escapes and lands behind Leroy. LJ goes for spinning Heel Kick, but Leroy ducks it and then tries to sweep the legs from underneath LJ, but he jumps it and then attempts to deliver a Hiptoss to Leroy, but he blocks it and tries to hiptoss LJ, but he also counters it and whips Leroy into the ropes. LJ finally snaps Leroy over with an arm drag and then the two men come to a standoff, and a rousing round of applause from the appreciative crowd. LJ tags in Brod, and Leroy tags in Barry Burton.
Stanyer: Amazing action from Leroy and LJ, it's a shame the Cruiserweight Title had to go because of the split, I miss the high octane matches the Cruiserweight's used to put on.
Poppa: Are you kidding? Those matches were like impossible to announce!! Great to watch, yeah, but they made us look stupid.
Stanyer: Well, there's nothing new there then is there.
Brod and Barry tie up in the centre of the ring, no fancy moves here, Barry simply uses brute force to push Brod back towards one of the neutral corners, but Brod uses his extra height and weight to spin the two of them around at the last minute and slams Barry into the corner. Brod then pounds Barry with a pair of stiff right hands. But Barry blocks a third punch from Brod and shows off his boxing skills with a few quick left jabs and then a straight right sending Brod staggering across the ring. Barry moves in on Brod and gives him a few more quick jabs, while keeping his distance. Barry scores with a left jab and then goes for a right hook, but Brod ducks it and then charges at Barry, and Spears him backwards into his corner. He delivers a couple of hard shoulder thrusts and then offers a tag to LJ, who joins him in stomping Barry down in the corner. Brod steps through the ropes as LJ pulls Barry up and takes him to the centre of the ring. He whips him into the ropes and then crashes into him with a perfect Spinning Wheel Kick. LJ goes for a cover. .1 2 Barry kicks out without too much trouble. LJ pulls Barry up and delivers a quick Snap Suplex near his corner. He then tags in Brod, and holds Barry's legs as Brod climbs to the top turnbuckle. Brod connects in the "Grey Area" and then goes for a cover. .1 ..2 Leroy comes in to break up the count. Brod pulls Barry up and tags in LJ. The two of them whip Barry to the ropes and lift him up for a Flapjack, but Barry stunningly counters with a Double DDT. All three men stay down.
Stanyer: Barry pulls off a shock counter, and has a chance to make the tag to Leroy, and turn the tide of this contest.
Poppa: Being a two-time Tag Team Champion, I am somewhat of an expert on this particular match, and I can indeed confirm that you are correct, Barry REALLY needs to make a tag to Leroy, or Brutal Force will lose.
Stanyer: Thank you for your expert opinion on this matter.
Barry crawls over to his corner and dives to make the tag to Leroy. He charges into the ring and takes Brod down with a Heel Kick. He comes off the ropes and takes LJ down with a Rolling Wheel Kick. Brod gets up and takes a quick fire volley of right hands and then a Back Heel Kick knocks him down again. Barry is up and lends Leroy a hand in whipping LJ to the ropes. They both send him flying up in the air with a Flapjack and then Barry comes off the ropes and delivers a hard Elbow Drop, a split second later Leroy springboards off the 2nd rope and spins in mid-air to deliver a perfect leg drop. He goes for a cover. 1 2 .. Brod breaks up the count. Barry clatters into Brod and knocks him out of the ring with a heavy clothesline. He follows him outside. Leroy lifts LJ up and dumps him on the top rope. Leroy climbs up, but LJ counters with a couple of blows to the gut and then pushes Leroy down to the mat. He gets back up quickly, but as soon as he does, LJ grabs him by the head and delivers a Tornado DDT. LJ goes for the cover. ..1 2 .. Leroy just kicks out.
Poppa: We have some new arrivals, I hope they remembered to check in.
Stanyer: The Gods of War, what are they doing out here?
Poppa: Presumably to kick DUX's ass.
Referee Morgan Black sees Alexander and Kull and goes outside to try and stop them from getting into the ring. Alexander distracts the referee while Kull sneaks onto the apron. Leroy has just reversed an irish whip from LJ and sends him towards Kull, who cracks LJ across the back of the head with his Tag Title Belt. Leroy then knocks LJ out with a Superkick. Leroy goes for the cover and Alexander points this out to Morgan Black, who slides into the ring to make the count. Meanwhile, Kull sneaks around the outside of the ring, and as Brod is about to slide in to make the save, Kull hits him across the back of the head with his title belt. Morgan Black is making the count. ..1 .2 3!!
Stanyer: Team Brutal Force pick up the win, with the help of a little outside interference. But when it comes to beating Down Under Xpress, I don't think they'll mind.
Poppa: You know I'd feel for Down Under Xpress, but considering that they were, and probably still are, best friends with Sabre, I just can't seem to bring myself to do that.
Stanyer: Still got a few issues with Sabre eh?
Poppa: You got it right, except for the few part, it's actually quite a lot of issues, which I won't go into right now because it'll bore everyone.
Stanyer: Probably a good idea. Main Event up next folks.
Cameraman "X" snoops backstage, as he approaches the door reading THE PERFECT OUTLAW. "X" puts his ear to the door, listening for any conversation or new-happenings occurring on the other side of the closed door. After realizing that little noise is coming from the door, he slowly turns the knob and the door creaks open. "X" slowly passes through the threshold, hearing only the faint sound of a shower in the background. The faint sound suddenly stops, and a loud thump signals "X" to conceal himself. After frantically searching the room, "X" scampers behind a fake plant in the corner, setting his camera's sights in the direction of the noise and the clothing scattered about the floor.
X: Whisper: It appears to me that The Perfect Outlaw is taking a shower, maybe, just maybe this is my chance to see TPO without his mask, this is my chance! I'll be famous, I'll be the best cameraman in the business! Kilgore would definitely love this footage.
The door suddenly creaks a bit, and "X" refocuses his attention and his camera to the door. After a few moments of delay, a dripping wet figure steps through the bathroom door, wearing only a white towel around his waist. "X" gets excited at the idea of unveiling the identity of TPO, and slowly pans the camera up towards the face of TPO. He passes his towel, his 6-pak, his chest, and finally reaches his...dripping wet mask.
X: Damn! Oops!
Outlaw hears the gesture from the hidden cameraman, and pokes his way towards the plant. TPO reaches in, and pulls "X" out by his shirt collar.
The Perfect Outlaw: What in the hell do you think you're doing in my dressing room you first-class pervert?
X: Uh...well, uh...
The Perfect Outlaw: Wait, don't tell me! Kilgore sent you, to try and get something on tape that shouldn't be on tape, eh? Kilgore tried once...Kilgore tried twice...and yet he failed both times, attempted to reveal my identity. Well...I'll tell you what's going to happen...after these short commercial messages. Gimme that!
The camera bobbles from side to side as TPO struggles with "X". The camera drops to the floor, and is able to capture TPO beating the living hell out of the vulnerable cameraman. After a hard toss into the wall, TPO picks up the camera and sets it up on the table. He then pulls up a chair and sits in front of the camera.
The Perfect Outlaw: You wanna play hardball Kilgore, we'll play hardball. And here is how it's going to go down! You want my identity, you can have a shot at it! No, not tonight, no, in fact, not on Havoc at all. You'll get a shot at me at Havoc's first PPV, "Downfall"! Yeah, you heard me, and this is where I debut "Three Stages of Perfection" It's gonna be a 3-match fight...match #1 will be a street fight, match #2 will be an Ultimate Submission, and match #3---a cage match! Just imagine...
The Perfect Outlaw looks to the skies as if daydreaming, imagining what he will do to Kilgore at the PPV in Three Stages of Perfection
The Perfect Outlaw: And...here comes your part of the deal. I picked the match and all three types, so now...if you win this match, I will reveal my identity, in the ring, after the match. If you fail to win, of which I am sure, you guarantee me that you will refrain from your attempts to unmask me, you will stop following me, stop blatently attacking me, this mask stays where it is! So now you have the stips, so prepare for the fight of a lifetime Kilgore, prepare...for you...both of you...are going down!
The Perfect Outlaw takes one last pathetic look at the fallen cameraman, before gathering up some fresh clothes and retreating back into the bathroom.
Stanyer: Well folks, it's now time for our main event, this should be a spectacular match.
Poppa: For the first time, we get to see Homicide & Gambino get their hands on each other.
Stanyer: You're going Jonny Lang again.
Poppa: NOOO!!! Why did he have to come to the PWF? You have to watch every word you say now ..
Stanyer: Thankfully, he's on the Defiance Roster .
Poppa: Anyway, I'm looking forward to the main event.
The arena lights dim as "I Stand Alone" by Godsmack blares through the sound system. The Gambino logo flashes across the tron screen, as various highlights from Gambino's career are shown. Red lights flash throughout the arena, creating a strobe light effect. More red lights shine upon the stage, near the entrance area. A spot light aims towards the entrance, as Gambino steps forward onto the stage and into the light. He walks further onto the stage, stopping at the top of the ramp. He raises his arms in the air as if to celebrate, then makes his way down the ramp. Once he reaches the ring, he climbs in and walks to a corner. He climbs the turnbuckle and looks out over the crowd as he once again raises his arms to the air. He then climbs down from the turnbuckle and awaits the beginning of the match.
James: Introducing, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing 245lbs, ANTONIO GAMBINO
Before "Fear" by Disturbed begins, everywhere goes dark, and then purple and blue lights flicker and then go all around, then focus on the entrance where Davey K is about to enter. The minute it focuses on the entrance, the music begins.
The Video is of Superstar Davey K, dancing with many attractive women on a beach and then in his variety of cars eg BMW etc. The camera zooms into the numberplate which reads "SUPERSTAR 1". Davey K can be seen driving the car with his customary expensive jewellery and designer silk shirts. The camera then focuses on Davey K standing next to his car as many bikini wearing women wash it, and Davey stands looking on with an American Football Shirt, with his name on the back that reads "Davey K - no.69". The Video goes on to show Davey in various expensive clubs.
Superstar Davey K walks down the aisle very confidently with a smug look on his face. He will come down dressed and have his wrestling gear underneath. His dress is either American Football Jerseys, baggy trousers and trainers if he is to wrestle. If he is out to cut a promo then he will be dressed smartly, wearing an open silk shirt, revealing jewellery. Davey K will stop every so often to look at a member of the crowd and show them the rings on his finger. All the time he will be nodding his head to the music on the speakers. When he gets to the ring he will walk up the steps, and enter the ring by going through the middle ropes. He immediately goes to the turnbuckle and stands with his arms stretched open, nodding to the music, pointing at his chest and mouthing "Who's the superstar Baby?", "Yeah, show me the money!".
James: And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California, weighing 266lbs, "SUPERSTAR" DAVEY K
The lights dim in the arena and the fans start to wonder who will be coming through the curtain. Yellow, and black lasers shoot down towards the stage and smoke clouds the rampway. The titantron lights up with the name "Sandstorm" on it in sand. A huge gust of wind can be heard and the name on the titantron blows away. All of a sudden, "Sugarcoat" by Breaking Benjamin erupts over the P.A system and the fans start to cheer. Sandstorm suddenly emerges from the smoke and struts down to the ring, slapping the fans' hands on his way. He enters the ring and does his signature taunt. The music cuts off, and the lights turn on. Sandstorm waits in the ring for his unlucky foe to make his presence felt.
James: Introducing from Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada, weighing 266lbs, "The Rage of the Sahara", SANDSTORM
All is black, and the tension is mounting. Jitters go through the crowd and then, suddenly, slowly, the opening cords begin to play, and the Ultratron begins to flicker through stages of torture. Soon after, messages flash afore their eyes, easing them into a trance: "Where there once was heaven, I found hell.. Life does change after 6 years of jail.. Sides are taken, friendships gone.. You can only lie to yourself so long.. I was lost, now I'm found.. Victims lie 6 feet under ground.. If you want next, I'm fair game.. THIS MASSACRE WILL NEVER TAME!!" All eyes follow a single red flair as it drops from the rafters, collides with the stage, and then keys a huge row of explosions as the intensity of "Awake" by Godsmack reaches tops and the speakers blare out its brutal sounds. Moments later, the curtain moves aside, and emerging from the smoke is Public Enemy Number One, His Massacreness, Homicide. With a microphone in hand, he suddenly pulls up from his walk at the end of the stage, grit on his mug, confidence in his eyes, drawing in instant heat from the crowd as they boo their once proud assassin. After waiting for their jeering to die down a bit, he raises the mic to his lips and addresses the full house, particularly, the fiery eyes of Gambino staring back to him with anger.
Stanyer: "Oh, great, to what displeasure do we owe him to? Just go to the ring and get your ass kicked!"
Poppa: "What, are you anti-Massacre now because he beat down an old guy? Shit, Inmate used to take out Tedison each week, and you didn't rag on him like this.."
Stanyer: "I don't like traitors, it's as simple as that.."
Homicide: "Hey, Scarface, how'r the stitches treatin' ya? For a man who just got his teeth punched in last week, I commend your willingness to lie it all on the line.. You could've taken the night off, weeks off - none of it woulda' mattered.. You'd still be the pathetic has-been champ who, like all of them, can't get it done alone.."
Stanyer: "Oh, right.."
'Asshole' chants echo throughout the arena. In the ring, Gambino is furious, and calling Homicide to come get some and find out.
Homicide: "Don't even deny it, Gambino! Sandstorm had you beat for that title, down for the count, and you walked out with the belt once more.. You should still be kissing Davey K's boots for savin' your ass!"
Poppa: "He has a point.."
The crowd boos the truth once more.
Homicide: "Ya' know, Gambino, when I first signed here in the Pelican Wrestling Federation, you stood for one thing.. Ya' know what that was? Courage, brutal courage.. You didn't back down from any challenges, no matter how absurd or serious.. It didn't matter if Ken Kido called you out or Diablo challenged you to a fight, you were readily there to dispose of them.. Alone.. Now I stand here, seconds away from taking on you and the 'Superstar', and I wonder, does Gambino still have that courage? After last week, through the whole gWo bullshit, the family assaults, the title reigns, did that part of you survive? Do you still have the balls, Gambi-man, because if you really want a piece of me for revenge tonight, I propose that we also up-the-anny.."
Stanyer: "I can only imagine the Boston Massacre Match coming up.."
Poppa: "I'm not so sure.."
The crowd stares on with interest and is surprisingly silent.
Homicide: "No, I don't need any 'Best of Thirteen Glass Panels' stipulation, the 'Canadian Death Match', nor the 'New York Street Fight' to put you down with more ease, that would be irrelevent.. I propose that if Sandstorm and I win, not only do we go mano-y-mano at Downfall in your requested first battle, but also we add a little more to the pot.. A little suggestion of mine, a dream of mine that has yet been sabotaged.. I want Gambino versus Homicide for the PWF World Championship!!! ..How about those apples? You get your wish, I get my wish, and let the best man prevail? Whatta'ya say?"
The crowd explodes at the announcement, craving for the decimation of the man who was once their Massacre. Homicide looks deep into Gambino's eyes, then a wicked smile appears on his face;
Homicide: "Ya' know what, I think I'm just gonna' beat a yes outta' you.."
The Massacre spikes the microphone on the stage and heads for the ring.
Report: Sandstorm starts the contest by blindsiding Davey K. Referee Carlton Rock stops Gambino from aiding Davey K, and orders both him and Homicide to their corners. Sandstorm hits Davey with a few hard right hands and then whips him to the ropes, but Davey K reverses and sends Sandstorm flying with a Back Body Drop. Davey waits for Sandstorm to get up and then pounds him with hard right hands and delivers a Scoop Slam. Sandstorm gets up and strikes out with a couple of right hands, but Davey comes back with a boot to the gut and then hits a Vertical Suplex on Sandstorm. Davey goes for an early cover. 1 2 Sandstorm kicks out. Davey pulls Sandstorm up and knees him hard in the gut. He then takes him over to the corner and delivers a few shoulder thrusts, and a few boots to the gut before he whips Sandstorm over to the opposite corner. Davey then follows in and crushes Sandstorm with a Clothesline. Sandstorm staggers out of the corner and Davey scoops him up, and then delivers a Fallaway Slam. Sandstorm struggles up to his feet, Davey slides behind him and plants him with a Side Suplex and then goes for the cover. 1 .2 Sandstorm kicks out again. Davey pulls Sandstorm up and throws him into the corner. He pounds him with hard right hands and then delivers a heavy boot to the gut and then sets Sandstorm up for a Piledriver. Davey attempts the move, but Sandstorm powers out of it and counters with a Back Body Drop. Sandstorm scrambles over to his corner and makes the tag to Homicide, who comes in and flattens Davey K with a clothesline before he can regain his bearings.
Stanyer: Man, what impact from Homicide.
Poppa: Wow, that World Title must be a real motivator. Kinda like me and that damn European Title. You know if I hadn't retired.
Stanyer: You probably still wouldn't have won it you know.
Poppa: Just because I hold the record for losing the most European Title matches, doesn't mean I wouldn't have won eventually.
Stanyer: Is it true that only Ken Kido had a worse singles win/loss record than you?
Poppa: I was concentrating on my Tag Team career, which I might remind you, was quite successful.
Stanyer: Are we going to get back to the match in hand?
Homicide grabs Davey K and yanks him to his feet. He throws him aggressively into the corner and then begins to pound him with hard left and right hands. He pulls him out and whips him into the ropes, where he smashes him into the mat with an evil Powerslam. Homicide doesn't go for the cover, instead he pulls Davey K up and taunts Gambino and then he whips Davey into the ropes before delivering an awesome Spinebuster. Now Homicide goes for the cover. .1 .2 . Gambino comes in to break up the count, as it didn't look like Davey K would kick out. Homicide drags Davey up and tags in Sandstorm, the two whip Davey to the ropes and lift him up and then Guillotine him on the top rope. Davey K bounces off and crashes to the mat holding his throat. Sandstorm pulls Davey up and holds him by the scruff of his neck and gives him some trash talk, Sandstorm then arrogantly slaps Davey in the face. Sandstorm smiles as he dishes out more trash talk, but Davey just spits in Sandstorm's face, to the delight of the crowd. Sandstorm drops Davey and walks around the ring wiping away the phlem. Sandstorm's face turns to rage and he drags Davey up and throws him into the corner. Sandstorm then begins to batter Davey with right hand after right hand, refusing to let up. Sandstorm then drags Davey out of the corner and lifts him up onto his shoulders, he then drills him into the mat with the Mummification (Rack Pancake). Sandstorm isn't done though, he drags Davey K up and lifts him onto his shoulders for a 2nd time, and this time hits the Anubis Driver. Davey K looks like he's unconscious as Sandstorm goes for the cover. ..1 ..2 Gambino breaks up the count. Homicide threatens to come into the ring, but Carlton Rock intervenes and orders Gambino to his corner.
Stanyer: Perhaps spitting in the face of someone who has you at his mercy wasn't the best idea in the world.
Poppa: In this case, it's hard to tell. The way Sandstorm has been recently, I don't think it would have made a whole lot of difference.
Sandstorm pulls Davey K up and holds him in a headlock as he tags in Homicide, who promptly hammers Davey across the back with a clubbing forearm. Homicide follows that up with a big knee to the gut. He then slides behind Davey K and hooks both arms and delivers the Ethnic Cleanser (Tiger Suplex). Homicide takes his time walking across the ring before he makes a cover, all the while looking at Gambino, and then around the arena, bringing him more boos. Homicide makes the cover on Davey K. .1 .2 Gambino breaks up the count again. Homicide waits until Gambino has his back turned and then charges in to club him across the back, sending him through the ropes to the floor. Homicide hits Davey in the gut and then takes him over to his corner and tags in Sandstorm. He then boots Davey in the gut. He does a quick throat-cut before flipping Davey K up for a Powerbomb, but Davey somehow escapes and brings Sandstorm down with the Playaz Push (X-Factor). Both men stay down.
Stanyer: A desperation counter from the "Superstar" puts him back in this contest, the question is, can he make the tag to the PWF World Champion.
Poppa: And question #2, will Gambino be able to pull out the victory, and deny Homicide his shot at Downfall.
Stanyer: And then you have to ask, how will Gambino get his revenge on Homicide?
Poppa: What is this? The Weakest Link? You act like I'm supposed to know the answer to every question.
Stanyer: I'm not asking you, I'm just asking.
Davey & Sandstorm both slowly crawl towards their corners, Sandstorm makes the tag a moment before Davey, but Gambino comes in like lightning and flies at Homicide, taking him down with a clothesline. Sandstorm was pulling himself to his feet, but gets booted hard in the back, and sent to the outside. Gambino then turns around as Homicide is getting up and unleashes a quick volley of right hands, pushing him back into the ropes. Gambino whips Homicide away, only to be reversed. Homicide goes for a clothesline, but Gambino ducks the first one, comes off the ropes again and scores with a Spear. He doesn't cover but mounts Homicide and unleashes a volley of snap right hands. Gambino drags Homicide up and twists him around to deliver a Hangman's Neckbreaker. He pulls him up and whips him towards the corner. He stomps Homicide down in the corner, then uses his foot to choke him, pushing him further and further down into the corner, until Carlton Rock forces him to break the hold. Gambino drags Homicide up and summons up a burst of strength to lift him onto his shoulder, he then swings him out to deliver the New York Neckbreaker (Test Neckbreaker). Homicide holds his head as Gambino rolls him over to make a cover. 1 ..2 Homicide kicks out. Sandstorm comes charging out of his corner at Gambino, trying to catch him by surprise, but ends up In Harm's Way (Sambo Suplex). Davey K then comes in and begins to stomp down Sandstorm as he rolls away towards the corner of the ring. Homicide staggers up to his feet and Gambino boots him in the gut and goes for the Gambino Bomb, but Homicide counters with a Back Body Drop. He then pulls Gambino up and scoops him up for the Cell Splitter (Fire Thunder Driver), but Gambino escapes down the back of Homicide and hooks him up for the Gambino Facebuster, but Homicide counters with a pair of Reverse Elbows. Gambino backs into the ropes and then knocks Homicide down with an Elbow Smash.
Stanyer: All hell has broken loose in the ring, but at least Gambino has the opportunity to get a measure of revenge on Homicide.
Poppa: Looks like Davey K is putting some hurt on Sandstorm as well.
Stanyer: Sandstorm cost Davey K the opportunity to win the PWF World Title, he has every right to want revenge.
Gambino pulls Homicide up and boots him in the gut, he then delivers a devastating Jumping Piledriver. Gambino then heads over to the turnbuckle and starts climbing. On the other side of the ring, Davey K is stomping down Sandstorm, who manages to grab Davey's shirt as he bends down to give some trash talk, and then throw him through the ropes to the outside. Sandstorm rolls out after him. Gambino is on the top rope and he dives off with a flawless Guillotine Leg Drop, unfortunately, Homicide moves out of the way and Gambino crashes into the canvas. Both get to their feet and Homicide boots Gambino in the gut and then delivers The Boston Massacre (Reverse DDT Drop). On the outside, Sandstorm scores with a low blow and then deliver The Mirage (Cradle DDT) to Davey on the outside. Homicide hooks the leg for the cover. 1 .2 .3!!!!
Stanyer: Looks like Homicide has himself a World Title shot, and a pinfall victory over Gambino to boot.
Poppa: Looks like Gambino will have to wait a little while longer to get his revenge.
Stanyer: But at least he knows he has the opportunity to get that revenge, and it will be at Downfall, in the main event, Homicide versus Antonio Gambino with the PWF World Title on the line.
Poppa: Looking forward to it.
Stanyer: We're out of time folks, tune in next week.
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